“You can’t not do the things you do;
Free will’s a fairy tale” –
As if to prove this point of view,
I came home in the hail.

I didn’t have a date to keep
Or dogs I had to feed;
It wasn’t that I yearned for sleep
Or had some other need.

I could have gone inside a shop
Or sought a doorway out
And waited for the hail to stop –
It would have done, no doubt.

I kept on going, though, instead,
The hailstones pinging off my head.

Photo by Jamie Brown on Unsplash

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